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then for his account of himself. He had set forward, 

 it appeared, in a diligence from Lisle to Calais, but 

 had quarrelled with Susan (his chlre amies name) at 

 St. Omer, and refused to proceed in her company any 

 farther. When she left him behind at St. Omer to 

 proceed to Calais, he had nearly four napoleons in his 

 pocket ; but getting into a street-row in that town 

 he had been well licked and robbed " of all save three 

 Belgic sous. With this small sum he started to walk 

 to Calais, twenty-seven long miles, and under a 

 burning sun ; but becoming dead beat before the sun 

 set, he put up at a small public-house, or cabaret, by 

 the road-side, and the account he gave of his proceed- 

 ings in it was a most ludicrous one. He wheedled 

 the old woman, he said, out of some supper; but 

 then what was to be done for something- to drink ? 

 "Why," he continued, " I can leave part of my clothes 

 in pawn in the morning, so got two glasses of gin and 

 water, gin being cheaper than brandy." On refreshing 

 himself at my house, and putting his person into some- 

 thing like a decent condition, he walked into Calais, 

 and made it up with Susan. 



The comedy is now at an end, at least for the 



• I should rather say he had lost this money out of his pocket. 



